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My just turned two year old son calls Santa Clause something that comes out like, “Nanny Bots.” So cute. He loves the big bellied, jolly old man.

Both of my young children are so enthusiastic and cute about Christmas this year…probably the first they have been old enough to really understand and enjoy. They helped put up the tree, make all the goodies, set out decorations and even wrap some presents.

Myself. I love Christmas and I do like Santa Clause. I love the charm, sweetness and magical joy he represents. The thing is, I teach my kids that he isn’t real, instead that he is pretend like a fairy tale.

I love the Christmas tree, the heirloom ornaments, the beauty of it, the joy of putting it up with my children. But what does the tree represent exactly? How does it bring honor to Christ during a time of celebrating His birth?

The gift giving. This is probably my favorite part of Christmas. I love shopping for just the right gift to wrap and tuck under the tree, to be opened and enjoyed by the people I love most  before the sun rises on Christmas morning. For a child, it’s hard to beat the thrill of all the presents under the tree. Whether or not we teach that Santa brought them, what a magical and joyous time for children. But how does giving and receiving gifts help them remember Christ?

I do celebrate Christmas. There is hardly a time of year that I enjoy more. I do, however, understand why many don’t celebrate, as is the choice of several sweet families and friends that I know and love dearly.

Here is why I understand their hesitation and have questions of my own: no matter how much I teach my youngsters about the meaning of Christmas being about the birth of Jesus they still learn how to say “Santa Clause” before they voice the name of our Savior.

We all realize how Christmas is commercialized. Businesses thrive as shoppers flock to their wares. Parents spend small fortunes on purchasing just the right toys for their kids. Decorations go up symbolizing Santa as the head figure of the holiday. We overeat, and all the while our children are absorbing everything, much like snow absorbs the sweet syrup when we make our snow ice cream.

The question is, how do we celebrate Christmas and keep Jesus as the focus during our festivities?

I don’t claim to have this all figured out. My own kids often lack in focus and remembrance and there is no one more at fault than myself in spite of my efforts. After all, they learn what I model and teach them.

Here are some thoughts and ideas, though, on how to teach our children about the real reason for celebrating Christmas:

Books! There are so many that tell the story of Christmas. Here are a few:

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The Donkey's Christmas Song

Movies: I’m sure there are many more, but here are a few that my kids watch:

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Church: I teach the children at my church and I put as much focus as I can on teaching about God during the holidays. This is an opportunity for boys and girls who may not ever have been taught about Christ during Christmas to learn, and for children who do know, to strengthen and increase their knowledge.

Remind and teach them: I find myself repeating over and over things like, “Santa sure is neat, but he isn’t real and remember that we are celebrating the birth of Jesus. What is the name of the town Jesus was born in? What kind of bed did He sleep in.”

Create a family tradition on Christmas Eve and Day: On Christmas Eve my dad always read us the nativity story. Try this passage Luke 2:1-20. Even as a young child I felt the sacredness of remembering while he read aloud. There were times, also, when we turned off the lights in the house and left only the flame of a candle burning. The flame reminded us of the Star of Bethlehem and of Jesus and it was simply a time to meditate on these things and a time of worship. All of these are memories from my childhood that I still treasure and they helped to teach me the meaning of Christmas.

Limit the amount and elaborateness of the gifts our children receive: I hope I’m not failing at this one. I really have to reign myself in here, as I want to buy them presents I know they will love. I do believe that it is wise to keep the gifts simple. Our kids do not need every expensive toy on the market they desire, no matter the time of year or celebration! Also, whether or not you tell them that Santa brought them the gifts is a choice you have to make as a parent, but we choose not to for our family. I also love the idea of having my children hand make gifts to give. *Cough* Maybe I will get to this one next year, but here are some ideas I love!

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Homemade snow globes!

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Woodland animal felt ornaments. I have actually purchased the felt for this project, but have just never sat down to work with my children to make them…someday…*sigh*

Giving! Oh, this category is huge. I cannot wait to involve my children more and more in this aspect of Christmas in the years to come. There are so many ways to give and to involve kids in it. Here is a list with links of some of my favorites:

Operation Christmas Child. Have your kids participate in packing shoeboxes full of gifts that will be sent to children in desperate need somewhere around the globe. Through the gift, the recipient will hear the salvation messages and be touched by the gifts they were given. http://www.samaritanspurse.org/index.php/OCC/

Local food drives: at least in our community, this is a big deal. There are multiple places to donate food items for those in need. Kids can use some of their allowance money or gift money to help purchase food to be donated.

Reece’s Rainbow: This is a fantastic charity. It is a website that helps build grants and raise awareness for children all over the world with special needs who are waiting to be adopted. When you give a financial gift to this ministry during their Angel Tree program you can receive a Christmas ornament with a picture of the child on it that you donated toward.  http://reecesrainbow.org/

Adopt a Family: You have to have some connections and know of just the right family to do this, but it is possible. Find a family in your community that needs some extra help around Christmas. Buy them groceries and gifts for the holidays.

Purchase gifts for someone living in intense poverty: Samaritan’s Purse Gift Catalog: You can purchase practical gifts to send to needy children and families all over the world. For example, buy a cow or purchase mosquito nets. https://www.samaritanspurse.org/index.php/Giving/gift_catalog/

You can also do this through Compassion International: http://www.compassion.com/catalog.htm

and World Vision: http://donate.worldvision.org/OA_HTML/xxwv2ibeCCtpSctDspRte.jsp?section=10389

If you already sponsor a child through one of these ministries they give you the option to purchase and/or send extra money for a Christmas gift for your sponsored child.

For even more ideas on giving, Ann Voskamp writes about teaching her children to be grateful during Christmas at her blog: http://www.aholyexperience.com/2012/12/the-grateful-christmas-project-7-ways-to-have-more-grateful-kids-this-christmas/

 

My friend, Krysten, also blogged some great ideas for Christmas and giving during the holidays over at her site:

http://restoringoldpaths.blogspot.com/search/label/Things%20I%27m%20an%20advocate%20for.

 

Be creative and diligent with your own ideas for teaching your kids about what Christmas is really about.

I’d love to hear your ideas and add them to what I teach my kiddos!

Merry Christmas!

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I have heard people say that after abstaining from sugary foods for an extended period of time they stop craving the sweet stuff altogether. This is not anything I have ever experienced. Rather, I crave food that is bad for my body ravenously. I do this because I have a habit and I have never put forth the effort to discipline my mind and body to reign in my cravings and heal myself of the need. Of course it’s not just sugar. I crave all sorts of processed, overly salted, fatty goodies and I regularly indulge…but doesn’t nearly everyone? Surely my intake ranks far below the overindulgence of that person over there ordering a large vanilla cone after they finished their Big Mac Meal. Goodness! I would never consider such a thing. Too many calories! My moderate self-control, combined with the comparison to another junk food junkie helps to dampen my guilt and makes me feel better. After all, I left like five over-cooked french-fries in the bottom of the box. Ah ha! See, I do have the self control to not completely stuff myself with food that is harmful to me…I’ll just sneak in some chocolate a little later to cut the salt and grease residue left in my mouth from the fried food. I’m still doing good, right?

I justify a lot of things through the phrase, “everything in moderation.” What that tells me is that if I show at least a little control, then I can safely indulge in nearly whatever bad habit I choose. I wonder, though, if true moderation is a lot more drastic and requires a lot more discipline than that. Maybe the only way  to really control what I crave is to completely abstain from it. Alas, but where in the world will that willpower come from? I certainly don’t come by it naturally.

But this post is not just about junk food. I realized this morning that I give in to other temptations in a way similar to my dependency on  food that is ultimately poisonous to my body.

Aside from food, my brain is also addicted to what is unhealthy for both my spirit and mind, and oh how I feed those insatiable habits.

And now, dear brothers and sisters, one final thing. Fix your thoughts on what is true, and honorable, and right, and pure, and lovely, and admirable. Think about things that are excellent and worthy of praise. (Phil. 4:8)”

I spend so much of my thought processing doing the complete opposite of this. I lack discipline of my thoughts in the same manner that I lack control of my body’s cravings. I have realized that my mind is as ravenous an animal as my body. The more it tastes something bad for it the more it begins to crave. For example, there is so much junk food for our brains available to entertain us. Yes, we may get large enjoyment from indulging in a book we should never be reading, or watching a movie we should never have even begun, but there is never any long term satisfaction in it. Instead, giving into the temptation to feed ourselves with trash only causes us to crave more of it and with more intensity.

Junk entertainment isn’t the only way to feed and poison our minds. We/I can also indulge ourselves with ugly thoughts. Thoughts like these,

“I am so angry with that person because they did this to me.”

Or, “I hate the way I look. It’s not fair that she inherited perfectly slender legs and with my genes I’m stuck with legs that bulge out of my jeans.”

“If I had been given the same opportunities as them I could be just as successful.”

“Why doesn’t he ever listen to me?! He just doesn’t care.”

“I never have time for myself. I have to give all of my time and efforts to everyone else.”

These are just a tiny sampling of junk food thoughts. I’m sure I could think of a million more to regularly feed and indulge in. And like “Connect the Dots,” when I begin with one bitter thought I usually and easily connect it to another thought and unforgiven circumstance until I have worked myself into a state of bitterness and anger. Not a pretty picture!

Ugly thoughts like these might give us temporary satisfaction. Sort of like the “satisfaction” a toddler gets when throwing a tantrum because he didn’t get what he wanted. However, if those thoughts and actions are left unleashed they are incredibly destructive to us and just like the toddler, if we aren’t disciplined, one bad behavior will lead to the next and will probably be even tougher to beat. Like sugary foods, ugly thoughts are addictive and one taste will probably lead to another taste and then another, leading to dependency and overindulgence.

How can we control this war of both mind and body? I sometimes feel so completely defeated in all aspects. I am the last person who should lecture on maintaining a healthy diet and what steps to use in avoiding unhealthy foods. However, it really boils down to temptation and giving into a sinful nature just like surrendering to impure and unhealthy thoughts and means of entertainment.

Therefore, we can first seek God. He never promised that we alone would be strong enough to resist temptations, but He did say that with His help we have that strength. Memorizing and repeating scripture will help when we are confronted with bitter thoughts and unhealthy cravings. For me, keeping my “house clean” also dramatically helps. To explain, when my house is empty of junk food I can easily resist a temptation that I don’t have access to. In the same way, I can try and keep my thoughts clean. I can avoid entertainment that serves only to tear down instead of build up (truthfully, I am terribly uncommitted to this one in some aspects,) and I can realize that indulging in an ugly thought will probably lead to a buildup of anger and that I should quell the thought before it dirties my “house.”

There are so many awesome scriptures that deal with resisting temptation. Here are just a few that might be committed to memory and repeated when needed:

1 Corinthians 10:13
No temptation has seized you except what is common to man. And God is faithful; he will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear. But when you are tempted, he will also provide a way out so that you can stand up under it.

Psalm 119:11
I have hidden your word in my heart that I might not sin against you.

Matthew 26:41
Watch and pray so that you will not fall into temptation. The spirit is willing, but the body is weak.

Luke 11:4
Forgive us our sins, for we also forgive everyone who sins against us. And lead us not into temptation.

Luke 22:45-46
When he rose from prayer and went back to the disciples, he found them asleep, exhausted from sorrow. “Why are you sleeping?” he asked them. “Get up and pray so that you will not fall into temptation.”

James 4:7
Submit yourselves, then, to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you.

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I’m writing this while I sit on the front porch swing and look out. It is a beautiful day. I mean gorgeous. About 80 degrees, with the sun shining and a breeze that just tickles the grass. From where I sit I can see and hear so much and it is lovely. I am soaking in the sky, trees, the pond with fish ripples, the flag waving from our front porch, the sandbox where the kids play…and I can hear a lot, too.

Where are you sitting right now and what can you see?

Today, right at this moment, the view I have is nearly perfect. It isn’t always so. Actually, this is sort of a rare few minutes for me. Typically there is just too much activity…the push to accomplish everything…for me to even focus on the whole view. I’m usually zeroed in a task and afraid to take my eyes off two accident prone toddlers for even a second. My vision gets pretty narrow sometimes.

In a similar manner, our emotional and spiritual vision can become narrowed. It’s like we are so focused on an issue, a problem, a stress, a hurt, an anger, an unforgiven…that it’s like we’re studying it under a microscope. It fills our central vision, and short of glancing up from time to time, we can’t see -think- of anything else. That sort of focus can be poison. Like our spiritual vision is becoming clouded with glaucoma and cataracts.

And to illustrate…

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Still on the front porch and this picture is an extreme close-up of a geniune, blood sucking, Arkansas tick. I abhor these creatures that carry disease and leave itching sores wherever they attach themselves. I took this picture just now to help illustrate my point. The limited focus of my snapshot captures mainly the tick. If I hadn’t just pointed it out, you may have never noticed (in my blurry photo) the fields in the background, the green trees, the sunlight, the panoramic beauty…the big picture.

How easy it is to allow our problems to take over our vision in a manner almost exactly this. So much of the good becomes obscured when an issue becomes a mountain we can’t see past.

Let us try and and open our eyes to see beyond what is dragging us down. More importantly, we should begin by trusting God to handle whatever the problem is. Because, no matter where you are standing, even with the best view in the world, all that your mind’s eye can behold is miniscule compared to the view He has. He sees that problem you have and He sees beyond it, too. He knows what is behind it and everything that surrounds it.

“God’s viewpoint is sometimes different from ours – so different that we could not even guess at it unless He had given us a Book which tells us such things….In the Bible I learn that God values us not for our strength or our brains but simply because He has made us.”
Corrie Ten Boom, The Hiding Place

Don’t forget, “He’s got the Whole World in His Hands.” His control over every situation is immaculate and He is simply waiting for us to surrender our troubles…our ALL…to Him. In return, He makes everything glorious…

“You Make Everything Glorious

The day is brighter here with You

The night is lighter than it’s hue

Would lead me to believe

Which leads me to believe

You make everything glorious

You make everything glorious

And I am Yours

What does that make me?

My eyes are small but they have seen

The beauty of enormous things

Which leads me to believe

There’s light enough to see that

You make everything glorious

You make everything glorious

And I am Yours

~ The David Crowder Band

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KuGRaCrg9hE

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Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name.

The day finds me stumbling. Not just stumbling, but like I’ve suddenly run full-force into a wall. The obstacle is a wound. A hurt because of something said…because of something not said and at the very marrow of it is clenching sorrow for someone else’s pain.

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven.

 The piercing doesn’t just cut through me, but is interwoven deeply with another; a dear one, it slices to them too. My heart just falls to the floor and my sorrow, my worry for them just spills out all over…messy. All those troubles, I try and scoop them back up. They are mine to bear, right? I try to shove them all back in, but everything is splattered and chopped up. The piecing back together doesn’t fit and there’s less room for it as it grows, so it all trickles, then gushes again.

Give us today our daily bread.

But I feel justified that I’m taking on this burden. It’s because I care so much. I’m justified because I love so much. I want to lift that boulder off the dear one’s chest and lay it over myself. It hurts to much to watch them crushed.

And forgive us our debts, as we also have forgiven our debtors.

I struggle with all the weight. I want to fight back. I rush to retort because I know the answers. I know what needs to be said and again I am justified. But every time my fingers fly to write it out, my mouth opens to spill it all out…the answer that will tear down the obstacle, piece back together the spilled out mess, lift the heavy boulder…I can’t. It’s because I hear a hush each time I try.

And lead us not into temptation,

It’s because even though I’m so distracted that I ricochet like a bullet, He’s still there seeing my troubles and He is still moving through me. It’s like I suddenly have the blindfold ripped off and I’m not facing the firing squad anymore. It’s that song, “Take it to the Lord in Prayer.” It starts playing on my stereo, but it reverberates through my spirit and becomes alive in me.

But deliver us from the evil one.

This problem and the grief I am trying to bear… my knees rest on the floor, my hands reach out to touch His garment… I offer it all up to Him. He’s the one who bears the weight of our transgressions. He bears IT ALL, even the loads to heavy for me to carry, even the ones that aren’t mine to carry, in spite of me trying. When I am finally listening, the real answer to it all trickles in and blows out the speakers in my mind. It is this…

Let IT be.

For Thine is the kingdom and the power and the glory forever.

The issue of blood dries up. My arguments, justifications and righteous anger can’t carry this, can’t stitch this wound, but He can. He wove this world together, He knit you and me, He already knows it all, His blood has already been poured out for ALL OF IT. All that is left for me is to seek Him first, to hunger after the righteousness, to take it to Him in prayer.

Amen.

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Michiell

Many of you know I visited Haiti in January of this year. Post-return I am continually brought to my knees with gratitude that God allowed me, someone of such little value without Him, the opportunity to be changed, humbled; blessed by the journey. The work done in me and the heart change that took place, molded me, soul and spirit, anew by Holy hands.

I view the working of God during our visit in Haiti with such awe that the whole thing just stuns me. I have difficulty grasping the magnitude of grace that worked through the facets of the mission there. God enacted miracles and opened doors sealed shut by greed and a corrupt government. He paved a way where there was nothing but boulders to block our path. He did this for His purpose. He did this for souls that needed His life. He did this to show His glory, His strength, His plan. The work He did there was so mighty I feel almost as though I should turn my face from this awesome discovery of God’s glory; like a full view memory makes these emotions burst in me and I am just unable to grasp, contain, it all.

I have shared before that I have difficulty summarizing the trip there. Even highlighted moments are epic in my memory. Each story is so full that it is difficult abridge. So, instead of telling the whole story, I kind of have to break it down into pieces, moments.

This piece belongs to a woman name Michiell (I do not know the correct spelling of her name).

Michiell was our hostess while we visited the country. She never stopped working. Before it was even daylight she was making at least one trip to the mountain’s only water source. This was an extremely difficult one+ mile climb over rough terrain, and on the way back she carried a five gallon water bucket on her head. She humbly served us three meals a day, in spite of our protests that she should not work so hard. She was always gracious, with a sweet smile and a ready kiss to the cheek. I loved her. She showed me how to be a servant to others. She must have been so tired, but I watched her (sometimes in agony for her to stop) serving with a joyful heart. It was difficult for me to be served. I was flabbergasted with her eagerness to serve when she spent several hours “sweeping” the ground around our tent campsites. It was a hard task for me to allow her to help me in such a way. It was humbling. Her service and hospitality to our whole group had me searching for a way to repay her. Words were not enough. She couldn’t really understand my broken thank you’s, anyway. I tried hand gestures and facial expressions, but I probably just convinced her I was crazy and not at all grateful for her hard work. 🙂

One afternoon several young Haitian’s were gathered around while I was attempting to teach them some English words. They giggled and laughed at me as I brokenly asked one of the girls, in French, if she had a boyfriend; part of my (apparently) hilarious attempt to show them that I was eager to learn their languages as well. Michiell joined our little group and began to catch on to a few words. I was explaining the names for different body parts and taught them “foot.” Later in the lesson, we discussed the word “dirty.” Trying to use the new words, Michiell apologetically explained to me that her hair was dirty and her feet were very dirty. I just smiled, gestured and probably looked crazy again. 🙂 The thought of what I should have done instead of my gibbering response did occur to me, but action didn’t follow my thoughts.

It was several evenings later when the realization shook me like an earth tremor. I had been pondering and praying and what God showed me was convicting.

I had missed my opportunity.

I should have loved her. I should have been humble.

If my desire had been to truly serve Michiell instead of being served by her I would have knelt down with my knees in the dirt, taken off her broken shoes and washed the Haiti soil off her “very dirty feet”, even if it had just been with a baby wipe!

The real test of a saint is not one’s willingness to preach the gospel, but one’s willingness to do something like washing the disciples’ feet— that is, being willing to do those things that seem unimportant in human estimation but count as everything to God. ~ Oswald Chambers

After some soul excavation I understood the realization of the missed opportunity was not entirely about the physical act of me washing her feet. Although, I still wish I had expressed my gratitude to her in this way. I believe its purpose was more for jarring me awake to some heart lessons I needed to learn.

Lessons about willingness:

I must be willing to listen as He moves through me,

I must be willing to obey when I hear Him whisper,

and I must be joyfully willing to humble myself,

pouring out Christ love in whatever capacity I am called to.

He got up from the meal, took off his outer clothing, and wrapped a towel around his waist.

After that, he poured water into a basin and began to wash his disciples’ feet, drying them with the towel that was wrapped around him.

When he had finished washing their feet, he put on his clothes and returned to his place. “Do you understand what I have done for you?” he asked them.

 

“You call me ‘Teacher’ and ‘Lord,’ and rightly so, for that is what I am.

 

Now that I, your Lord and Teacher, have washed your feet, you also should wash one another’s feet.

I have set you an example that you should do as I have done for you

(John 13:4-5, 13-15)

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“For just as the sufferings of Christ flow over into our lives, so also through Christ our comfort overflows.” (2 Cor 1:5)

The leaning on your shoulder gets heavy. It gets old. Your life has trouble, too. You have all those worries that make the shoulders sag and threaten to make you tailspin. It’s hard to care sometimes when you are blinded of someone’s pain by your own daily struggles. Often, it’s hard slowing it all down to listen and be a comfort to the one who needs it…again and again. It is difficult to be a selfless listening ear. But, give of yourself to the one who leans on you because she may be the one who, “Bitterly weeps at night, tears upon her cheeks…there is none to comfort her. All her friends have betrayed her; they have become her enemies.” (Lam 1:2 Paraphrased) The comfort you give another person is worthy of any sacrifice you have to make in order to give it. No matter the drain on your own time and energy. Consider the following when someone is leaning on you: “It is very possible that you will find human beings, surely very near to you, needing affection and love. Do not deny them these. Show them, above all, that you sincerely recognize that they are human beings, that they are important to you. Who is that someone? That person is Jesus himself: Jesus who is hidden under the guise of suffering.” ~Mother Teresa

Even in the midst of our own struggles,

how much of ourselves are we required to give

and to whom must we give it to?

Christ gave and He gave it to everyone. He didn’t lay it all down for just the attractive one, the one who is pleasant, the easy one to like, the one who takes everything in stride. Instead, He laid it all down to save, also, the ones who pounded the nails, the one who needs and takes all of the time. He died for the one whose, “Filthiness clung to her skirts; (a woman who) did not consider her future…(with)none to comfort her.” (Lam. 1:9). Through His blood we all have the opportunity for forgiveness and what He offers in addition is eternal life with Him. In fact, “There was only one sort of person whom the Lord Jesus did not accept when He said, ‘Come.’ They are the ones who said to Him, ‘Yes, here I am, Jesus, and I’m very good and very virtuous.’”~ Corrie Ten Boom

Be humble and apply yourself to learning that what is good in your life is there because God allows it through the grace He extends. Trust that God is working out a plan through the struggles that exist in your day to days. Know that part of the cross you take up on each of those days is to be that shoulder to lean on, that comfort to someone who so desperately needs it.

Our Forgiver gives us the supreme example of how much of ourselves we are required to give for the sake of others. His example shows us that there are no exceptions to whom we should extend comfort to. So, to step aside from the specific subject I am addressing, I must say this: if you haven’t considered what I am about to mention, please do so now, because in the simplest terms this is what our Savior suffered and purchased for us:

Someone dies for you, forgives you of your wrongdoings and offers you a seat in Paradise.

Knowing this, will you continue denying The One who gave everything, even the air you breathe?

Like the Good Samaritan, stop on your busy way and provide comfort and help to someone who is not even necessarily your friend. Sacrifice your time, your money, and your convenience to help them. Like the Widow who gave her last few pennies, don’t limit the comfort you give to another, but give all of it that God abundantly offers you in return.

For your own worries, trust in the God “who plans to prosper and keep you, not to harm you.” Trust that His well is deeper than you and I can even comprehend.

We impoverish and weaken His ministry in us the moment we forget He is almighty. The impoverishment is in us, not in Him. We will come to Jesus for Him to be our comforter or our sympathizer, but we refrain from approaching Him as our Almighty God.” ~ Oswald Chambers

Many things are impossible for us, but nothing is impossible for Him. Don’t limit our God, the Creator of the Universe.

“…The God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves have received from God. (2 Cor 1:3-4)

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We set aside this time to fellowship and break the bread. The setting aside of all our responsibilities for this is always a struggle. A game of chess with schedules. A game worth playing.

We are giddy in each others’ company. Like little girls, small things are hilarious things. We are excited to fellowship together. Excited for the different…this little stepping outside of our homes. For us it is an adventure and a brief leaving behind of everything and the 13 that tie us down… 13 children between the four us.

Love for our creator is a thick cord here. It weaves our friendship, bringing us close, drawing us tight together. A tight that has knitted us for years and holds us even when the rest of life gets to busy for us…all of us…us together. 

 We settle around to eat, being served instead of serving…always serving. The food is delicious and the coffee is served in little cups that light us up, cups too cute not to cherish. In a moment we are wrapped up in each other’s laughter; animated, joyful faces; spoken thoughts. The three beautiful, wise ones lift me up. They nourish me. Together we are kindred and we commune sweetly.

Over a glass and around a mouthful of food, we speak words of encouragement, compassion, love; we bear each other’s burdens for just a little time. Holy Spirit fellowship seeps in and around, only minutes blink by before we feel his hush, his opening our spirits…that cord again. Our conversation runs deep. A deep that is sprayed with frequent giggles and big laughs as we connect and enjoy.

This is koinonia:

 a fellowship where we are humble together, knowing that all of this good, our blessed lives, it is only because we were each, the four of us, called out. Called, like He brought us to worship, called to a saved life, called to understand that all of it is for His glory.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

     
     

 

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